Demon’s Daughter

My little sister stared at me with wide eyes. I was about to ask her what had happened, but then I noticed the pain in my head was gone. I wiped my lip with my fingers. They came away bloody, but I hadn’t felt the cut. I pressed a hand to the back of my head. My hair was still matted with blood, but I couldn’t feel a gaping wound anywhere.

“I wanted to fix you,” Dro whispered across from me.

I looked up at my sister, whose touch had healed me. It didn’t make sense. People didn’t just randomly touch others and heal their injuries. That only happened in movies.

But Dro had done it for me.

I sat there and stared at her, not knowing what to think. She was on the verge of tears again.

“Are you scared of me, Connie?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.